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I've just done two passes of massive cleanup on this theme article. It still needs proper resorting of quotes into "Sourced" and "Unsourced", the former meaning specific published sources provided, including article titles and issue dates; book titles and editions with page numbers or at least chapters; unambiguous audiovisual-work titles and relevant specificity (e.g., song titles, very terse scene descripions, TV-show episode titles & scenes, news-program dates) — basically anything that would provide readers and editors some fighting chance of being able to verify the quote without having to read an entire book or magazine (or year of magazines!), watch an entire TV series or even a whole film, etc.

Some of the quotes currently in the article have this specific sourcing, but I haven't yet moved them into place. For one thing, separating the quotes into subtopics in both "Sourced" and "Unsourced" sections leads to confusion. For another, I'm just tired right now. I invite everyone to help finish this article cleanup. Thank you. ~ Jeff Q(talk) 14:18, 9 November 2007 (UTC)

I just did another MASSIVE cleanup of quotes into alphabetized sections, but haven't had time to review the results thoroughly, to check for glitches — and will probably do a bit more within the next day or so, I have to do a few other things now, and must soon leave, but will work on it more after I return. ~ ♞☤☮♌Kalki·†·⚓⊙☳☶⚡ 22:11, 21 January 2016 (UTC)

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

When we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.

Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

Having a child changes every aspect of your life - for the better, of course. The sacrifices are large, but what you get in return is even bigger than the sacrifices you make. I feel, in a sense, ready to die because you are living on in your child. Not literally, not ready to die - but you know, that sort of feeling in a profound way.

Here. Astride the top of nothingness, I suddenly receive the call of death. Who, in passing, tells me that it's nothing. Nothing more than the absence of nothingness. Nothing more than the absence of the word itself. Nothing more, and simply nothingness.

We look at death from the selfish side, like, "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?

Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife. The first question was, 'Did you bring joy?' The second was, 'Did you find joy?'